Author's Notes:

Alright People! MajorKris here and I bring you the collaboration fic that iWillHexYou and I wrote together. Now, this is technically the second story I posted, but I know my friend iWillhexyou is a pro at this. I believe that this will be her 7th story.

But anyway, I just want to give you all a small description of this story. It will be long, and my writing partner and I split this story into sections based on what we wrote. We had no plot or ideas at first. We just wrote. And eventually this epic tale was brought to wake! It is a love story, but it consists of rated M material, so be careful is this is not what you are here for.

Second, there will be OC characters. But they do not take the place of any of the main characters. I do not recall how many there are, but don't worry; besides two that I can think of they don't play very big parts.

Third, There may be some slight OOCness, but you know it's not to bad really I think. I will say right now that perhaps Itsuki will be a little out of character (My bad, sorry…), and I will admit that, I give it to you this as a warning so please don't leave me a bunch of messages and such telling me so. Also, not flames would be appreciated, I'm sorry if you read this very long story and got angry at some point because it didn't go where you wanted, but oh well, deal with it. Constructive criticism is fine with me though.

I will give you a list of what to expect in this.

HaruhixKyon, ItsukixMikuru, TaniguchixYuki (Romance, angst, hentai, minor yuri, OC and OCCness, as well as other things that I cannot think of right now because we are still writing it)

But anways! I and iWillhexyou hope you enjoy this story!

(Oh, and we don't own the characters except our OC ones)

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Our Love Will Save Our World

Chapter One: Cupcakes (MajorKris)

Computer capacity max limit thirty-five Gigabytes, five-hundred and twelve R.A.M. capacity sequence. One thousand twenty-five Sony component video-card. Internet serial modem number one, zero, six, two, five, nine, six, three. Windows vista update confirmed. Downloading sequence file zero, one, one, zero, zero, one, two. Upload confirmed. Activating visual monitor. Permission, Kyon?

My God, how does she do this?

"Ah, sure…Thanks again Yuki for repairing the computer for me. Haruhi would of gone berserk on me if I didn't have it fixed by today."

A small grin appeared on Kyon's face, trying to hide his embarrassment. Sure, he could save the world from a hyper-active high school girl obsessed with the sci-fi wonders of the world, but fixing a computer? Why couldn't Haruhi wish for him to have bigger brains once in awhile?

"Your thanks are not necessary. It is my responsibility to assist in the normality of the existing universe." Yuki's eyes never left the computer screen as she spoke. Her emotionless face still continuing to stare back at her in the black monitor before it lit up. Kyon just sighed, trying to give a smile of some kind still.

Can't she ever accept just a simple thank you?

Just as the clock of the wall stuck four Mikuru had arrived, surprising Kyon with a plate of freshly made cupcakes.

"I made them myself in my Home EC. Class. You may have as many as you like!"

Kyon didn't realize how hungry he was till then, and carefully picked up a chocolate cupcake with bright pink icing. The best part of these tiny, edible deductibles was that they also consisted with a bright, deep red strawberry right at the top of it. Kyon quickly ate the strawberry before stuffing the mini cake down, forgetting his manners at the moment, and grinned stupidity, showing Mikuru a chocolate toothy grin.

"Thar verwy 'ood, Mikru!"

Mikuru couldn't help but giggle from Kyon's actions and smile as she pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and began to clean his face. Kyon blushed momentarily, feeling like a child being pampered by his mother. It was only when he looked more carefully at Mikuru that he realized something, which made his face go pale.

Soon a loud crash filled the room as Kyon quickly stood up and grabbed Mikuru's arm. "What are you doing looking like that?! If Haruhi sees you she'll go nuts! Quickly, let your hair down!"

Mikuru could only help but stare at him as if she was on the burst of tears, not sure of what was going on at all.

Kyon tried to relax and calm himself in order to explain. "I have a thing for ponytails, no, I mean Haruhi believes I'm a ponytail kind of guy, and if she sees you she might re-create paradox or whatever you call it!" Kyon reached for Mikuru's ponytail and tugged on the scrunchy that held it up, allowing her hair to gracefully fall down to her shoulders.

Mikuru began to sniffle, trying to not look weak. Kyon felt guilty alright, but he did was had to be done. Yuki would have suggested the same thing, right?

"You are…a ponytail man?" Came Yuki's voice quietly, creating more of a statement than a question. Kyon began to feel embarrassed again, and began to try and stutter out a loop hole in his statement.

"N-No! I was just saying that Haruhi "believes" that I am, and that, well she…" Kyon was out of words.

Yuki just stared for a moment, barley even blinking before she went back to reading her book. "I see…"

BLAM!

The loud crash of wood against wood was heard as Haruhi appeared into the room, expressing an adorable scowl as she dropped her bag and sat in front of her computer. She completely ignored everyone else in the room as she uploaded the S.O.S. Brigade website, not even bothering to thank them, or Yuki actually, for fixing it, before she quickly switched it to YouTube. Then, just like magic, that smile of hers was back.

"Guess what everyone!" Haruhi cried out, reaching for one of Mikuru's cupcakes as she then licked of the frosting, forcing Kyon to turn away for a moment as he suddenly felt his body temperature getting higher.

"What?" Asked Mikuru gently, trying to show the enthusiasm she always fakes to Haruhi.

Haruhi began to gleam. "We scored over one-hundred thousand views for our movie on YouTube! Isn't that great?! People love it! We even have over two-hundred and fifty subscribers begging us to make more! Now we just HAVE to make a sequel!"

"WHAT!?" cried out both Mikuru and Kyon at the same time.

"You posted that thing on YouTube?! I mean, the festival was one thing because no one really saw it, but did I not tell you about how bad it is to put people's identities on the Internet! I mean those pictures you posted on the website were…"

"Pictures!?" cried out Mikuru. "There are pictures of me in those…those…outfits?!"

Kyon looked horrified once he realized what he just said, and felt even worse once Mikuru began to cry. Haruhi just looked annoyed and Yuki just continued to read her book.

Mikuru had finally had it.

"I don't care anymore! I'm not dressing up for you anymore Haruhi Suzumiya! Goodbye!"

And just like that, Mikuru had slammed the door, and was gone.